Yes, you who have no time because your hands are full of things for which you did not have the word, “no.”  It is time for transformation.

And you, who have given with love and by choice to your family, both older and younger.  It is time for transmutation.

And you, whose souls have stopped whispering and are starting to scream.  It is time for transfiguration.

And you who recognize the perfection of imperfection.  It is time for transmutation.

And you who yearn to honor yourself.  It is time for transfiguration.

And you, who feel lost and alone.  It is time for transformation.

And you who knows the story must be rewoven and retold, and that you and you alone have the power.  It is time.

Some days, my exact response to all this would be,   “Oh, yeah?  And exactly why is it time?”

So for those of you who wonder why it is now time, what one does with that knowledge, and how it all works, I will delve a bit deeper.    See what you you think (and let me know in the comments – I’m all ears).

I am at the ending of a transition period.

How I know I’m in transition:  I can’t quite name it – it’s more of a feeling:  a restless yearning; a notion that time is speeding and I am, in this space, standing still.  I speed up.  Nothing changes.  I look around – things that worked and worked well in the past no longer fit.  There is a pinched, closed down feeling to life.  A need for space in order to just take one single simple deep breath.  I slow down.  The surface remains the same.  Beneath the surface, in the deep inside of me, something green and new stirs – a tiny new root grow, a possibility of something wylde and blooming.

How I know I’m at the end of the transition period (which, in case you’re interested, lasted all of last year):  quite simply all the signs point to it being time to begin doing something with that gestation period.  I woke this morning with the title of this blog in my head.  For you it may be a passage in a book, a toss off comment from a friend or even foe, the way the light hits the frozen ground, the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin.  Whatever it is, it comes straight through and there’s a pause and shift and a recognition of  yes.

If you are a woman who has given birth, or helped it along, you know that transition is where the really hard work gets done at the end of gestation.  It is where you find, after you have labored and breathed and cried and laughed and waited and workedworkedworked, after you have come to the edge and think you can go no further, that you discover yes, you can.  Because you must.  Something is being born and you are the only one who can birth it [here is your why – is there a better “why” than this?]

Giving  or feeling out of control may be recognized by the thought “I can’t do this” .  Recognize that this is asking for help.  You can no longer handle anything  the way it was handled

in the past,  you need to do something differently.  You will not ask just anyone.  You will ask someone you trust to breathe with you and get you through the hard part.  To believe in you and what you are working towards even and especially when you are ready to give it all up.  This is a special someone you have sought out when you felt the restlessness begin, knowing you would need someone to hold your hand and sing your song when you’ve forgotten how it goes, a special someone who knows you are a hero and can say that when the path is hidden from you because your eyes are closed in fear.

If you give up, not only does your life force shrivel and die but also the thing that is almost here – the energy that is counting on you because you are the only conduit through which it can come in full expression – that thing never gets any chance at all. And the rest of the world is that much sadder and deprived for that loss.

Carol Pearson and Katherine Pope assure us that “The hero is not ‘above’ looking down on human endeavor, she is often confused, living in the flux.  Therefore she does not try to eliminate all suffering and pain, but to affirm life in all its manifestations, and through this affirmation to transform it.”  With a little help from her friend(s).

When in your mind you hear, “I can’t, because…[you fill in the excuse.  you know it’s there,  this is your ego talking.  What was the thought just prior to “I can’t?”  Track it down.  Be ruthless no matter how hard the tracking is – that original thought, the one that set the ego in action, *that* thought is your intuition.  Find that thought and do whatever it said, and whatever it takes to do what it said.  [with thanks to my son who gave me that very succinct explanation] That is your next step,  your what that needs to happen to move from the dark enfolding (and now smothering) earth into the sunlight and air.

How do you want to feel *now* as you take this step?  Concentrate on *that* how.  Think, “How do I want to feel” rather than “How do I get [this thing that I want].  Why feelings instead of actions and plans?  Because actions and plans tend to have one outcome that you believe is what you want.  You belief will close down other possibilities moving toward you and make you blind to grace that sits down in your path and pants for your acknowledgement.  You will brush by it, ignoring it as you look for that which you have already decided is the “how” of getting to what you want.  There are many paths to feeling prosperity and abundance in your life so that you feel fulfilled. Can you think of some of them and write them down?  Be outlandish!  Don’t think outside of the box, believe that there is no box until you think of it.

The holy tussle is in this path through transition to tranformation.  It is in seeing obstacles as stepping stones, in holding yourself open to possibilities that you have never imagined because you have never before been on this particular path.  The holy tussle is believing in yourself and trusting your intuition and in the last moments before you give up reaching out to a friend.